How to Create a Fuckboy

From what Doc said, my own mind was now made up. It was a simple safe procedure and it would give us several more years to profit from the boy's talents. I could have simply ordered Fuckboy to give up his nuts, but I decided to wait a little while and see what he said.

I didn't say anything to Fuckboy the day after our consultation with Doc. I could tell his brain was working overtime. It seemed to be a mix of anxiety and simple curiosity.

Mike showed up that evening for his usual Friday night appointment. After Little Cunt fell asleep, with a mouthful of my cum, I decided to eavesdrop on the conversation in the Fucking Room.

"You like to play with my ass, don't you, Mike Sir?"

"Yeah, Sweet Thing. It's so smooth, like a baby bottom."

"And my little dick, do you like to play with it too, Sir?"

"Well, you know I do, Sweet Thing."

"And how about my balls, Sir?"

"Those little peas, you mean, hehe. Yeah, they're damn cute. I like everything on your little body, Sweet Thing."

"What if I didn't have them, Sir?"

"What do you mean?"

"If I didn't have those little peas. If I only had a little dick. Would you like it just as much, Sir?"

"What a weird question, Sweet Thing. Of course, I'd like your body just as much. Maybe more, even."

"Really?"

"Yeah, 'cause then you'd be real special! I could go to the mall and find a dozen boys your age in ten minutes and I bet every single one of them would probably have two nuts, but not you, you'd be extra special. You'd be unique! Of course, that's not to say you aren't special already! 'Cause you are."

"You're special too, Mike Sir."

"I am?"

"Yep. I like your fucks the best of all. Shh, don't tell Uncle, Sir, but I like your fucks even more than his."

"Well, then let's stop all this talk about balls and no balls and give the Sweet Thing what he wants!"

Next, Jennings came by. Again I listened.

"Well, how's my little squirrel today!"

"I'm glad you came, Mr. Jennings Sir."

"And why is that, Squirrel?"

"'Cause a squirrel needs nuts, Sir."

"Well, I brought a couple nice big nuts for my favorite squirrel."

"I knew you would. Please promise to always bring your squirrel two big nuts, Sir."

"But of course, Squirrel. Why do you ask that?"

"'Cause if I lose my own little nuts some day, Sir, I'm gonna need your big ones."

"Hahaha! You are a funny squirrel! Your nuts are so tiny you just might well lose them, hahaha."

"But if I did lose them, Sir, you'll still bring me your big nuts right?"

"Of course, I said I would."

"Good. Can I have them now, Sir?"

"I thought you'd never ask, Squirrel."

"Can you keep a secret Mr. Jennings Sir? I like your fucks the best of all. Shh, don't tell Uncle, but I like your fucks even more than his."

The next night, Saturday, I heard Fuckboy talking to Washington. "You sure got big balls, Mr. Washington Sir."

"Yes I do, White Boy."

"I guess you think my balls are pretty puny ain't they, Sir."

"Well, that's ok. You don't really need big balls, White Boy. You don't even need balls at all!"

"I don't, Sir?"

"Nope. All I need from you is this pretty little lily white ass so I can stick my big fat black cock into it. That's all I need, White Boy. As long as you give me that, I don't care about all the other stuff."

"Really? You don't, Sir?"

"Nope."

"Wow! Thanks a lot, Sir."

"Hmmm. Well, it's a little early to be thanking me, White Boy. I ain't fucked you yet!"

"Well, here's my pretty little lily white ass Sir. I been waiting all week for your fucks. You know why?"

"Why, White Boy."

"'Cause I like your fucks the best of all. Shh, don't tell Uncle, but I like your fucks even more than his."

"I'm sure you do. Your little white asshole deserves nothing less than a big portion of black meat!"

On Tuesday, Fuckboy asked Carson about his hypothetical loss of balls and got some more encouragement.

The next morning we were at the beach. I'd just come back from the changing room with Little Cunt, who had shown a perfect stranger what a nice five-year old cocksucker he was. Little Cunt went off to play by himself and I waited for another guy to take the bait. Fuckboy came over and sat with me. "I been thinking a lot, Sir."

"What about, Fuckboy?" As if I didn't know.

"About what Doc said, Sir."

"Oh?"

"Is it true that in a couple years I'll reach puberty, Sir?"

"Probably sooner, Fuckboy."

"And then I'll start to make my own cum, Sir?"

"That's right, Fuckboy."

"And I'll get all hairy, Sir?"

"Very likely."

"And my voice will go real deep like this, Sir?" We both started to laugh.

"And then I won't be a little boy no more, Sir?"

"Nope."

"And the men won't want to fuck me no more, Sir?"

"That could very well happen, Fuckboy."

"And our business will..."

"Well, it won't go into the toilet, Fuckboy, since we'll still have the bitch and Little Cunt. But you're the lynchpin of the whole operation, Fuckboy, so without you, in all likelihood, the business will take quite a hit."

"But if you cut my nuts off, none of that will happen, Sir?"

"You'll be a little boy and the men will still keep coming around to fuck your nice smooth little butt for years to come."

"That would make you happy, wouldn't it, Sir?"

"Yes, but I really think it's what you want also, Fuckboy."

"I don't know, maybe I do. I mean I'm probably going to always be a bottom anyway. 'Cause I was born for that. I like getting fucked. I probly never be a Sir like you. 'Cause I wasn't born for that. And also, I don't even want to be a Sir!"

"Why is that?"

"It's too much 'sponsibility. I don't like to make decisions. I like it when you decide for me and tell me what to do. That way I know I'm doing stuff right."

"That's very astute, Fuckboy."

"Huh, you callin' me stupid?"

"No, 'astute' means 'perceptive'. You made a very wise observation. 'Astute' will be your new word for today."

"Thank you Sir." He went on, "And I sure as Hell don't ever want to have babies with their crying and their poop and getting sick and all. So I guess it ain't like I'm gonna lose something I really need. One thing I do know for sure, though."

"What's that?"

"There is nobody else in this whole wide world I would give my two nuts to. Only to you, Sir!"

"I appreciate that, Fuckboy. And believe me, I will never forget this unselfish sacrifice for me."

Fuckboy told each of our clients what I was going to do. Their reactions varied:

Carson: "Whoa, Viper, that's heavy, Man!"

Washington: "Makes no difference to me."

Mike: "Ouch! You're a braver man than I, Fuckboy!"

El Greco: "Excellent! Excellent! I won't have to worry about hiding Sven's teenage acne!"

Jennings: "Hmm, a squirrel with no nuts. Don't worry, Little Squirrel. I'll bring you nuts every week!"

On one thing all the clients agreed. They all liked fucking a little boy and were glad they could continue to do so for years to come. Fuckboy was delighted. His mother was not. Every time she looked at his naked little genitals, she broke down in tears.

We set a date when Doc could be available to observe, Wednesday, September 3, 2009. We wrote "Cut nuts out" on the calendar. We explained to the clients that Fuckboy would not be able to keep their appointments for a few days while he recuperated. They accepted the hiatus, knowing it was all for the best. As the day grew closer, they played a lot with his balls, saying things like, "I'm going to miss these little fellows," and kissing them farewell.

Understandably, as the red letter day approached, Fuckboy got increasingly antsy. At times he got giddy and very talkative. He skipped nervously around the house. At other times his mood was somber as though he might be having second thoughts. I couldn't blame him. This was a huge step for anyone born male to make. Often he would come to me and ask quietly to explain again what I was going to do. He knew it all by heart but he was perhaps wondering if he missed something, some important detail. So I patiently and calmly went through the procedure again and again.

One thing Fuckboy didn't need at that time was the bitch's hysterics. "Hey, Bitch! Will you quit your sobbing already? I'm giving Uncle my nuts and that's final. So get over it, Woman! You ain't gonna have no grandkids!" Then he'd take his belt off the fridge and give her several lashes on her ass. I knew it was an excellent way for him to release the tensions he was feeling.

Next: Denutting Day